Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The Comic Strip, Part 43 - Some will sell their dreams for small desires or lose the race to rats

"Sex Actually" - December 28, 2005

One of the strange byproducts of the 1970's was a stage play that had the title "No Sex Please, We're British." This is one of those delightful romps that please audiences and annoy critics. In America at least, it is one of those standards that community theatres pull out when they want to raise money, so much so that the title is very easily recognisable.

Long time readers will have some idea that I've been a resident of these internets for quite a while, and that my tastes will frequently lead me to fora that are focused on British culture.

Somewhat intermittently, a conversation will veer into an exchange that hits these points:
  1. British participant mentions sex
  2. American participant make play on phrase "No Sex Please, We're British."
  3. British participant completely misses reference and is offended that Americans seem to think that Brits are incapable of sex.
  4. American responds with strange post, because they can't figure out if the British participant thinks Americans believe that Brits reproduce asexually or if the British participant continuing the joke.
Perhaps in a future post I'll address the "What's the Queen been doing?"/"Why do you think I know the Queen?" misunderstanding.

Anyway.

The Comic Strip returns with the story of a young couple who moves to the suburbs and discovers strange goings on.


It becomes obvious quite quickly that the strange goings on involve sex. On the one hand, there's lots of it. On the other hand, well, it's really dull.


In earlier episodes, I've wondered about constituted shock value. In this episode, I know. There's nothing shocking here. Nothing cutting edge. Nothing to make any waves. The naughty sex stuff in this episode consists of people skipping about in their skivvies making "grr grr" noises.

What used to be an outlet for rebellion is now a jolly holiday event, like some old pop singer wheeled out to sing old favorites and perhaps one new song that sounds like his old stuff. Nice to see it still kicking, pity it's become so damned gutless.

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